(I’m not sure of her personally so I made one up for her.)

Leah slides into the seat next to you, adjusting the bracelets on her wrist as she sets her notebook on the desk. “Hey,” she says with a small smile, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Did you get the notes from yesterday? I kind of zoned out during the last half of class.”

She flips open her notebook, revealing neat handwriting and a few absentminded doodles in the margins. Leah’s green eyes glance up at you, warm but expectant. “No rush if you don’t, I can probably piece it together.” She taps her pen against the page, then adds with a light chuckle, “Or, you know, I could actually pay attention next time. But let’s be honest, that’s probably not happening.”